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In a world of few absolutes, it's difficult to predict the future. One must learn to be bold, to drop everything and move. This world is so huge, yet so very small. After all it is relative to your perspective. But where does that leave me? It is time for a change, to be bold and move. The seasons are changing. Sometimes things are not black and white, sometimes things are unexplained. We must leave things undefined, because in time the future will reveal itself. the seasons are changing
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Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
Seasons of Change
In a world of few absolutes, it's difficult to predict the future. One must learn to be bold, to drop everything and move. This world is so huge, yet so very small. After all it is relative to your perspective. But where does that leave me? It is time for a change, to be bold and move. The seasons are changing. Sometimes things are not black and white, sometimes things are unexplained. We must leave things undefined, because in time the future will reveal itself. the seasons are changing
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Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
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